The evildoer is in love with the beauty and the beauty is proud of the sky

Chapter 42

The old man's voice was deep but powerful, and one could tell that his inner strength was strong. He had a stern face, neither humble nor overbearing, and he didn't mean to lower his posture. There is no contempt or disdain, just like saying a very common greeting.

Murong Jie was obviously taken aback, staring at him with a complicated expression, his thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and dark tides surged in his calm eyes, what did he mean by this?Could it be said that the injury from the last charge was caused by this person?So he really has something to do with Prime Minister Feng?But since we are already enemies, how can we greet us so blatantly?And he actually apologized to us?If it is really not our enemy as he said, then what is it now?
His mind was spinning rapidly, and he heard the old man speak again.

"Please wait for me to tell him that I didn't show mercy at the time, and I acted too harshly. I'm really sorry. I really don't want to be enemies with you, and we are not enemies in the first place."

The old man's tone has softened a lot this time, and his voice is sincere, indeed implying apology.

Hearing this, Murong Jie smiled coldly: "It turns out that you were the one who wounded Chong last time. In this way, you should be from Huandiegong, right? And that night, Huandiegong was undoubtedly helping Prime Minister Feng. , and now you are the leader of the black guards, we are indeed enemies, there is no doubt about it!"

After finishing speaking, as soon as the sharp sword came out, Murong Jie put the sword in his hand on the old man's neck, and a cold light like a blade flashed in his eyes.

"If you hurt Chong, you will always be my enemy in my eyes. No matter whether you are a lackey in Fengguo or not, I will not let you go!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, stunned for a moment, his eyes darkened, and said in a deep voice: "I said before, now I am the leader of the black guards, and you are the arrester of the clan mansion. There is no relationship between us." What reason to fight!"

The surroundings were terribly silent, everyone held their breath, and the police of the Clan Mansion and the guards in black were secretly competing with each other.

But Murong Jie and the old man still looked at each other like that, each of them could see in each other's eyes that he was calm and calm.

Something called danger slowly diffused in the air.

This is an invisible contest, but it is a little difficult.

Murong Jie remained expressionless, staring coldly at the calm old man on the opposite side, and spoke calmly.

"Of course I don't want to cause riots and troubles, but I advise you to educate your subordinates well and not to insult the clan's family again and again, otherwise, I don't mind letting our people and you The black guards do it!"

The old man seemed to understand the matter very well, and respectfully said again: "It is a fact that they are rude, and I would like to express my apology to you here, not all the guards in black belong to that person, I don't want to be your enemy, naturally I don't want to cause trouble, so I will try my best to avoid disputes in the future!"

Murong Jie stared deeply at the old man in front of him, as if he was considering how true and false his words were, without saying a word.

The old man seemed to have guessed a bit, and he said calmly: "I am Ye Shuo at the Illusion Butterfly Palace, I hope that when we meet next time, we will not have such a tense relationship, but can help each other. Gong also doesn't want to participate in your struggle for imperial power, so there will be a period later!"

After finishing speaking, the old man turned around and waved his hands. All the black-clothed guards followed him and left, leaving only a small number of black-clothed guards to guard the Suzaku Gate.

Murong Jie looked at the old man's back, he didn't look back for a long time, his heart was full of emotions, he thought that if he drew his sword to threaten him, it would either make him retreat or make him angry, but he didn't expect it to be like this As a result, it made him more and more unable to see through Huan Die Gong. Whether this person is an enemy or a friend has not been determined until now, and no one knows the strength of Huan Die Gong, and how unfathomable this person is I have no way of knowing, the road ahead seems to be getting more and more bleak, and fortunately this person understands the truth, at least until now he has repeatedly expressed his unwillingness to be enemies with them, maybe this is a good sign.

At the foot of Yunling Mountain.

A touch of sarcasm and disdain flowed in the wine-red beautiful eyes of the stunning young man, a cold smile condensed on his lips, and an elegant and melodious voice hummed faintly. Flying in the air in the breeze, the silver-white long hair fluttering with the wind, it is so beautiful that it almost makes people have the urge to worship.

Of course, this kind of feeling is only limited to Han Xiaoxue. That kind of action is so beautiful that it makes people dizzy, but it also contains extremely terrifying power. It is really a beautiful picture. I captured the picture of the handsome boy spinning and rising into the air. Here Han Xiaoxue was about to be proud of his work, but he heard an extremely inappropriate scream. The next moment, the camera in Han Xiaoxue's hand was really real She fell to the ground, traces of icy air flowed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and flowed all over her body. Her breathing suddenly stopped, and her pupils dilated many times.

Following her gaze, the handsome young man pulled out the sword from his waist like lightning, and walked in the air as light as a swallow. The ghostly figure shuttled among these people. The speed is simply jaw-dropping. Stunned, many people screamed and fell down before they had time to react. The splashed blood was like blossoming red lotuses in hell, bright and dazzling, crazily stimulating everyone's vision.

The handsome young man is like a demon from hell. At this time, the blood in his eyes is getting darker and darker, his handsome face is full of evil spirits, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and there is an evil but beautiful smile on the corner of his mouth. It exudes a wanton, wild and uninhibited atmosphere.

The person lying on the ground is not dead, but a bright red wound was stabbed on the shoulder, or arm, or thigh, or waist, where the bulging blood continued to flow out, and the breath of life flowed together. Little by little, with the drying up of drops of blood.

Judging from the injuries of these people, it was obvious that the other party had no intention of killing them, otherwise the person lying on the ground would not be a living person, but just a cold corpse.But who is this silver-haired boy, who has such high martial arts, and why is he waiting here to stab people in the clan's mansion?
(End of this chapter)